Scribo Scribere

This poem is devoted to all those who have lost a dear loved one.


On Grief

In my heart is sadness supreme,

yet Nature shows me other face.

On grass I look, and a stream

lightly fulfilling mortal race.

I write some words so as to show

I am still all here below

while he is up above.

In heaven is my love.

And I look to find in the world

some way to continue on.

Maybe it is God’s standard unfurled,

but I dream in verse and song.

I will always hold inside my heart

the joy his being did impart,

and always will cherish still

the wisdom he has given – and will.

For I truly do believe,

through sadness clinging to my heart,

that others never really leave,

but just to other realms depart.

And so, I take a walk through trees,

the freshness of grass, the hum of bees

and do believe in my mortal mind

what heaven really is like in kind.

Yes, forever I will love him great,

knowing that he had to leave

but always Nature will show me how

and proper way for him to grieve.